Stop wondering why I’m bouncing off the wall, Mommy.
Interesting to note that Sister, Jr. #2: The Nephew has, to date, had NO SUGAR in his little life. No sugar but what’s found in **apples and bananas, the only fruit he’ll tolerate to date. Still don’t quite get why he won’t eat plums or cherries or apricots, but whatever. As long as we never take him to IHOP, his wee life is safe.
Oh, okay, okay. The HORTON HEARS A WHO promotion was really, really cute. And who doesn’t want to eat Green Eggs and Ham and drink Beezlenut Splash? But IHOP? Enough with the Who-Cakes. Maybe fictional characters can eat frosting covered, candy sprinkled, chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast… but real human children in a nation wallowing through an obesity epidemic (can we say epidemic anymore? Doesn’t that imply some kind of sudden, widespread and temporary emergency?), maybe not so much.
It just kind of makes me tired that half the population whines and moans about how fat and unhealthy and on a slick-larded fast-track to hell we as a nation are — and the other half continues to grease the track. Plain old average people, who just want to enjoy life, get sick of hearing about it, and choose the side of the ‘greasers,’ who at least aren’t yammering in their ears all the time, and who give them nice coupons and movie tie-ins for their kids.
And so it goes.
(**Apples. How the heck do you get down an apple with only four teeth? ON THE BOTTOM? Could he maybe just try the peach? Did he have to give me The Look like I was trying to poison him? How could he already have such a well-developed evil eye when he’s a year and five days old? Oh, yeah. He’s a relative. And he’s had really good lessons from The Niece.)
Oh, oops. I’m pretty sure the ‘losing teeth into the maw of apples’ thing is entirely responsible for the whole Wrong Thoughts guy. He’s obviously been warped often and early.
At least your family identified the presence of fruit in the universe.
And those cooking apples? Go really, really well if the sugar is heated until slightly caramelized, and a little is milk added…
Oh, oops. I’m pretty sure the ‘losing teeth into the maw of apples’ thing is entirely responsible for the whole Wrong Thoughts guy. He’s obviously been warped often and early.At least your family identified the presence of fruit in the universe.And those cooking apples? Go really, really well if the sugar is heated until slightly caramelized, and a little is milk added…
Oh, oops. I’m pretty sure the ‘losing teeth into the maw of apples’ thing is entirely responsible for the whole Wrong Thoughts guy. He’s obviously been warped often and early.
At least your family identified the presence of fruit in the universe.
And those cooking apples? Go really, really well if the sugar is heated until slightly caramelized, and a little is milk added…
I remember I was a huge apple fan until I started finding blood in my apples, and then my little tiny teeth.
Parents should remember to warn children that it’s normal for their first batch of teeth to fall out.
Since then apples have been part of my life but I can’t say I’m all about the apples in the same way I once was. I eye them with suspicion now. I need these teeth to survive.
Talking about sugar…I remember honey sandwiches when I was little. Sublime. Just honey on white bread, folded over. Also my granddad bought those big sour cooking apples, peeled them, cut them into slices, and dipped the slices in sugar. That was another sublime thing.
I remember I was a huge apple fan until I started finding blood in my apples, and then my little tiny teeth. Parents should remember to warn children that it’s normal for their first batch of teeth to fall out.Since then apples have been part of my life but I can’t say I’m all about the apples in the same way I once was. I eye them with suspicion now. I need these teeth to survive.Talking about sugar…I remember honey sandwiches when I was little. Sublime. Just honey on white bread, folded over. Also my granddad bought those big sour cooking apples, peeled them, cut them into slices, and dipped the slices in sugar. That was another sublime thing.
I remember I was a huge apple fan until I started finding blood in my apples, and then my little tiny teeth.
Parents should remember to warn children that it’s normal for their first batch of teeth to fall out.
Since then apples have been part of my life but I can’t say I’m all about the apples in the same way I once was. I eye them with suspicion now. I need these teeth to survive.
Talking about sugar…I remember honey sandwiches when I was little. Sublime. Just honey on white bread, folded over. Also my granddad bought those big sour cooking apples, peeled them, cut them into slices, and dipped the slices in sugar. That was another sublime thing.
I don’t think he’s going to be entirely deprived, per se; my sister already well knows that we were denied sodas or most sugarful sweets (Mom was always there with the sugar free, though. Too bad she wasn’t that good at it cooking/baking that way) when we were growing up — well meant, but in fact yes, did contribute to a fairly heavy sugar obsession!
However it’s a good thing to really seriously limit that in the beginning, though. When you’re six, you can have a cookie with your sandwich for lunch at school, or something after dinner, but maybe one sweet a day? Certainly nothing like soda when you’re two; I hate to see parents handing that to their kids to guzzle and swill. A quarter cup of sugar per can, anyone? Would you hand your child a quarter cup of plain sugar and think it good parenting?
I maintain that ANYTHING a parent can do to make the noise of Eat Me, Drink Me! from the high fructose corn syrup fast food world is a kindness. I’d hate for any kid to struggle with weight/self esteem/ appearance as much as I have. That’s not something to pass on.
I don’t think he’s going to be entirely deprived, per se; my sister already well knows that we were denied sodas or most sugarful sweets (Mom was always there with the sugar free, though. Too bad she wasn’t that good at it cooking/baking that way) when we were growing up — well meant, but in fact yes, did contribute to a fairly heavy sugar obsession! However it’s a good thing to really seriously limit that in the beginning, though. When you’re six, you can have a cookie with your sandwich for lunch at school, or something after dinner, but maybe one sweet a day? Certainly nothing like soda when you’re two; I hate to see parents handing that to their kids to guzzle and swill. A quarter cup of sugar per can, anyone? Would you hand your child a quarter cup of plain sugar and think it good parenting?I maintain that ANYTHING a parent can do to make the noise of Eat Me, Drink Me! from the high fructose corn syrup fast food world is a kindness. I’d hate for any kid to struggle with weight/self esteem/ appearance as much as I have. That’s not something to pass on.
I don’t think he’s going to be entirely deprived, per se; my sister already well knows that we were denied sodas or most sugarful sweets (Mom was always there with the sugar free, though. Too bad she wasn’t that good at it cooking/baking that way) when we were growing up — well meant, but in fact yes, did contribute to a fairly heavy sugar obsession!
However it’s a good thing to really seriously limit that in the beginning, though. When you’re six, you can have a cookie with your sandwich for lunch at school, or something after dinner, but maybe one sweet a day? Certainly nothing like soda when you’re two; I hate to see parents handing that to their kids to guzzle and swill. A quarter cup of sugar per can, anyone? Would you hand your child a quarter cup of plain sugar and think it good parenting?
I maintain that ANYTHING a parent can do to make the noise of Eat Me, Drink Me! from the high fructose corn syrup fast food world is a kindness. I’d hate for any kid to struggle with weight/self esteem/ appearance as much as I have. That’s not something to pass on.
In my experience, early sugar deprivation leads to later sugar obsession…at least, that’s what happened to Rob and is clearly happening to our nephew, whose favorite part of any special meal is already the “fizzy.”
In my experience, early sugar deprivation leads to later sugar obsession…at least, that’s what happened to Rob and is clearly happening to our nephew, whose favorite part of any special meal is already the “fizzy.”
In my experience, early sugar deprivation leads to later sugar obsession…at least, that’s what happened to Rob and is clearly happening to our nephew, whose favorite part of any special meal is already the “fizzy.”